A Letter

Li Shang Yin


You ask
When I intend to return?
Not yet, old friend.
I lack the time.

Do you remember that night,
How, at Pa Shan,
The first autumn rain
Came down like a cloudburst,
And flooded the pool?
And how we sat the livelong night,
And talked, and talked,
The while rising to snuff
The candles
That guttered and sputtered
In the west window?

Oh! To be back again
At Pa Shan
On that night of rain,
With you,
Old friend!